We ventured into a Hunger Games-crowded movie theater on Sunday to see John Carter of Mars aka A Princess of Mars before it vanished from the theaters. And oh my god, I was reminded of why I prefer to watch movies on my television screen. Ear-bleeding volume, endless advertising beforehand, a succession of idiotic trailers. Gah.
I liked the John Carter movie. It was exactly what it pretended to be: a big, stupid, fun B movie. Cool sets, nifty chases, a big dumb loyal dog-thing, a beautiful princess to rescue, an evil villain to thwart. This movie was so much better-written than that self-congratulatory mess Hugo that I got grumpy thinking about it.